Book Information: White Hell

Dolores was no saint. She had watched approvingly as her sadistic father threw men into chains and forced them to work in his mine. She had been deaf to the screams of the prisoners, blind to their wounds and suffering, and impassive at their deaths. But her cold-blooded arrogance was badly shaken when Slocum held a gun to her head and demanded that she go with him as his hostage. Dolores was shaken but not broken. Slocum realized she was more treacherous than a rattler. She was only waiting for a chance. If he made the slightest mistake, Dolores would strike out and kill him.